Lou made it through that night in the hospital, and he was scheduled to see a urology specialist two days later.
I’m sure they would’ve seen Lou sooner, but they were going to have to do another exam to measure the size of Lou’s prostate, and it was important to give Lou a chance to recover for a minute. But it seemed like this group of doctors were approaching things with a lot more options, and for once, I felt like we were getting closer to what Lou needed to hear.
At least I felt a little hope in my heart about Lou’s health to add to this tiny flicker of promise that was stirring in me about our living situation.
Two weeks prior to all of this latest health drama, Henry and Jim had been feeling like the filings were getting closer, and so they went ahead and fronted the money for us to rent our own condo! I was so excited about how this could change everything for us.
Having our own place, and facing the reality that Salt Lake City was our home felt like a necessary shift in my perspective on things. The place we picked to live was a newly constructed condo in a part of Salt Lake called Sugarhouse. It was an area that was a mixture of winter hippies, college students, and young working professionals.
The day that we secured the lease — and scheduled the delivery of our storage container from Orange County — felt like a big step forward after countless tiny steps that seemed to get us nowhere. But it felt great to have a move-in date, and to know that our things were on the way to Utah.
Finally, everything was going to come together for us! Maybe… Or at least I tired to hope for that anyway.
